Is it normal i don't think most people know what they're asking?

I suppose it's the case that you're asking me what I'm doing here today; perhaps it's because I terminated someone. I suppose you want to know by what means I came to perform such a heinous act? I'll start at the beginning - I lived out behind my parents dwelling for a while, in an old ramshackle shed that my father had built for me. My presence was not tolerated in the house with the rest of them - so, I sat about the shed, staring at the ground now and again... I had no floor on which to sit or stare, though I dug myself a hole to sleep in and slept in some old quilts. My father was a man who worked long hours, he really provided for the family, though I really can't say the same for myself. I mostly sat in the shed, messing around with lawn mowers. Occasionally, I went to school, but most of the children were cruel to me and made a joke of me. My father labored at a sawmill, for a man named Dixon. Dixon was an inferior boss, in that he did not pay his workers very well - he merely provided them wages enough to survive, I suppose. I suppose we got along well enough, yes. Occasionally, one of my parents (usually my mother) would come out and feed me on something of a regular basis, typically some biscuits with mustard sauce. Dixon had a son named Jesse, and he was rather cruel to me -more so than his father, really. Made quite the fool of me down at the schoolhouse, when he wasn't harassing little girls. My mother was regarded as a rather attractive woman - I'm guessing you want me to get on with the point? - so I'll get to it. One day, I was about in the shed, not doing much but minding my own business, staring at the wall while I awaited my daily Bible study from my mother. I heard some rigmarole going on about my house, so I wandered up and noticed that Jesse appeared to be having unwanted relations with my mother. I was consumed with rage, and I killed him with a blade resembling a banana (some people refer to it as a swingblade, others call it a sickle). My mother began to ask me why I had done such an unconscionable act, seeming to not mind having been defiled by Jesse, and I quite suppose that that made me even more upset than the original act that had worked as a catalyst for my violent behavior. So I lifted the blade and finished my mother as well. Some people have asked me if I would do the same thing over again if I had the chance. I suppose I would, really. As it were, that's how I ended up in the loony bin for a good, long while.